Meet Imitate.


He is a... little different than most deer. He was born in a dark place. No light... no voices. Only food and water. Food and water. And sleep. No way to tell time, no way to even sense you are living. The only sound was the sound of his own breathing and bellowing. The only sensation of touch he remembers was when he was very young... something licked his pelt. The thought of this kept him going. Kept him strong. Something was out there; he wasn't the only one. Something was giving him food. Something was giving him water.

He never did find out. But he did find a way out, when he was a full grown stag.

But, he never met another deer before. He doesn't know how to behave. He doesn't understand any of the nonsense that is happening around him! And so, he mimics others. If he copies them enough, maybe he'll know how to socialize?

Borrowing Grape's picto until his fawn self grows up c: